[intro:] remember a child’s places what i often heard while asking about the things no adolescent could imagine trying on the pants of a man i had not yet become hands too small to b-tton the b-ttons my father often fastened while speaking on his dreams and ambitions although i could never understand there was comfort that i listened, with mention to be better than him

[verse 1:] be a better man in the world of negligence pedophilic malvolence, don’t trust your reverend when they settling for settlements lock your doors, shut your windows, don’t let the devil in the media graffiti-a with relishments money, cars, and clothes i suppose what successful is they say so you’re oats, it’s natural to experiment but don’t get stuck and f-cking run amok – be celibate only 14 when i first cut i wasn’t her first, i had to strap up and thank god for them condoms that my papa gave me cause a convo ’bout birds and bees wouldn’t save me from a child i couldn’t shoulder, pushin’ in a stroller down the streets of 3ob while all my homies asked to hold ’em proceed to play ball, when he cried i can’t console him i truly wasn’t ready for kids, that’s what he told me

[bridge:] i had a rich dad, poor dad i had a rich dad, poor dad i had a rich dad, poor dad i had a rich dad, poor dad

[verse 2:] never in a sense of money spent christmas trees are beautiful without presents up under them lead by example, don’t get caught up in the rapture life is just a raffle, mostly pain, but some laughter the older that you get, it’s even harder to believe no superheroes on tv you used to see remember that i told you slow down, control your speed the more you walk with god, the harder it is to scr-pe your knee i remember when i fell from my first bike there were no “are you okays” and rarely “are you alrights” just dirt in my pockets, handful of gravel that’s when i realized that getting up is only half the battle the fear of falling off will haunt me well into my teens the moment that the world took a sh-t upon my dreams cause money is the root, and love is all we had in fact, i’m glad, i had a rich dad, poor dad